Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Sometimes I really wish I could rewind time back to the tk days. The green (literally) and carefree days. I simply cannot help reminiscing the good ol' days, from time to time. The memories have embedded themselves up there and shall remain there for an eternity. And there's no doubt about that.

I miss all the chaos and laughter which persisted throughout my 4 years. We could laugh at absolutely anything under the sun be it a moronic comment someone uttered or the fact that our FEMALE A math teacher looked like Jackie Chan from an angle. It was quite obvious from where I was seated and I immediately pointed it out to the person next to me. In what seemed like 5 mins, practically half the class had heard that comment, resulting in an eruption of giggles from time to time. Haha.

Oh ya. I miss geog lessons. Not because I love the subject. Nope, not at all. It was mainly because Shariff, Nandz and I would be having our own entertainment sessions at the back of the classroom. Gosh. Shariff's table was 'beautified' by the both of us, like nobody's business. Undoubtedly, the blessed students who inherit the table each year would never be bored during their lessons. And the best part of it all is that in spite of hardly ever paying attention to the geog teacher, all of us aced at the subject. Haha.

I miss the teachers' accents. Each one had a unique accent. And for the record, each one pronounced my name in a different manner. Haha. I had practically 5 different pronunciations of my name! Hmm. I still recall how everyone used to rush through their artwork in sec 2. On the day of submission, everyone would be scrambling through their artpieces and working vigorously in order to avoid getting booked. Yes, we used to get booked upon not handing in artwork on time. Haha. 3 bookings = 1 detention. I never did get booked though, for some reason, however hard I tried. Maybe I have the looks of an ideal student. Hmm. =] Oh ya, and we also had an art-related theory of our own- the more disastrous the artwork looks, the more appealing it would be to the art teacher. Yup. And that theory is relatively accurate, trust me.

I miss choir. I miss my section. I miss writing poems during class. I miss goofing around. I miss our stuffed class cupboard that used to cough out its contents upon being opened. I miss our assembly music. I miss the teachers' hilarious fashion sense. I miss wearing green. I miss the tk kaya toast. I miss sneaking food into class. I miss accidentally causing mini-explosions in the lab. I miss the hilarious way the art teacher used to skip across the class to symbolise gracefulness. I miss my friends. I miss my juniors.

There are gabazillions of other memories like these which I treasure dearly and cannot possibly squeeze over here. Those were the days. And that sole sentence says it all. Things have changed. There are undoubtedly more responsibilities to shoulder. So much more to accomplish and that too, in a shorter period of time. I do not feel ready to accept the harsh realities of the world out there. Not yet, at least. It feels as though we have been pushed into the deep end of a swimming pool with a minute float that is being pulled out from beneath us as time flies by. Inch by inch. I guess this is what life's all about. I have to persevere. I have to brace myself for whatever that is heading my way. I have to survive. But one thing's for sure, we have to cherish life for what it is today for these present moments will be nothing but fractions of our memories in the future that is to come. So, live life to the fullest. =] Cheers!!



Posted by Vibha at 10:58 AM